Bin Laden Weed
Mane, mane nigga check this shit out
We was up in Chicago right
With my nigga big hamp the nigga pass me a blunt
Like smoke this shit nigga this some Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout this down south
What the fuck is bin' laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggaz call it Bin Laden weed some straight fie
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know
I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow
'Cause I seen so many niggaz fall off that blow
One day they got it all and ain't got shit to show
So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe
But now I'm feelin' happy I'm on that binny Bin Laden
And niggaz is actin' like they don't know what the fuck just happened
My vision gettin' blurry I'm about to fall asleep
Or am I dyin' I need to eat 'cause this some poutin' weed
My life start flashin' like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt
I see my son gainin' life and my dad losin' his
And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with
The picture startin' to fade it's gettin' hard to breath
I'm blackin' out with no pulse up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Who got that hydro?
Who got that light green?
Who got that Bobby brown?
Who got Bin Laden weed?
Well, since I'm on Bin Laden let me tell you a story
'Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothin' for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit
Smoked a whole lot of weed so they seem to forget
Who bought trucks and your cars gave you bitches and hoes
Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was grown
Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone
When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone
That's why I'm smokin' on this fuckin' Bin Laden
All my niggaz in the hood they got it
Take one little puff you a addict
Take a gun to the head means tragic
Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere
In front of police station with a six pack of beer
Seven a.m. in the mornin' just watchin' people stare
Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there
Who got that hydro?